Immaculate Mary

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Immaculate Mary

A dozen red roses
For the lady in blue,
You can leave the thorns on,
She doesn’t mind,

I’m standing by the altar
Stained glass in the sunlight,
Lighting up her face,
Reflected in her eye, a tear, a veil,
A million shades of everything,

Her dress is filled with wildflowers
Her garland made
Of the suns of 18,000 worlds,
Her smile warm and welcoming,
Songs are ever sung to her,
Immaculate Mary
Our hearts are on fire,
If you go to her in prayer,
She taps the shoulder of her son.

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